This is a song about "Shoot outs"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I don't care what it did to them

Wear my own crown, shoot beyond stardom,

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Worthless drop outs with no love or affection,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/