This is a song about "Shoot him"

I shoot seeds at rappers

The birds i knew flip birds

The science and the art, africa

Just to come and shoot ya

Shoot first ask questions last

I start to think it's all planned

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Now it might sound cocky