This is a song about "Shoot out"

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Who shoot them back at me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Only thing around here is like my flow dope, if they dont shoot they snort it out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Drive to your hood and start shoot

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

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

And shoot the fucking sky,

She gotta hold her head up high

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

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