This is a song about "Shoot first"

And shoot the fucking sky,

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Pockets probably like fried food

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'ma crap until i'm dead, then shoot myself

And for me it's reversed

But lets put first things first

You to the world

The sequel to the first

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha