This is a song about "Shoot ya"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Just to come and shoot ya, like when fabolous made ray j mad

They say nothings ever free

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Mariah tunes and five flutes

They shoot missiles and nukes

To just come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Drive to your hood and start shoot

And i'm still climbing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//