This is a song about "Shoot yo"

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Must be something you want me to see

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I run inside yo house and shoot that bitch off in her teeth

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Shoot first ask questions last

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot