This is a song about "Shoot on you"

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I will shoot you in the head

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

And i got a little big, keep it low key

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

So they means you have to shoot like the kid's smokin' chronic?

Y'all wanna fuck with me? you might as well just shoot yourself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends