This is a song about "Shoot some shit out"

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Keeping artist shattered,some say i shoot lyrics crazily call me the mad hatter.

Be out open....well i don't wanna hear some shit you say to whispered to god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

On some bonnie and clyde shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

This rap shit don't suit you, rather shoot you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long