This is a song about "Shoot him"

So you finally got the nerve

I shoot seeds at rappers

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Together all the timethought it was true love

If i shoot now know that you'll

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

Don't want to be the king

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains