This is a song about "Shoot you up"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Y'all wanna fuck with me? you might as well just shoot yourself

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

So they means you have to shoot like the kid's smokin' chronic?

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine