This is a song about "Shoot on you"

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

You think pretending you'll shoot fuckers gets you friends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I've chewed, can shoot, and leave you in the fucking nude

So if i do call it's just a check

I will shoot you in the head