This is a song about "Shoot first"

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

We race foreign cars, custom models

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And shoot the fucking sky,

We been all around the world

But lets put first things first

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Who shoot them back at me

And losin all his money