This is a song about "Shoot"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

One bird squawked now they don't hesitate to shoot

But five years from now i bet she see

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Shoot bullets right through ya body

So now she picks up the gun

Shoot their legs is step one

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

It ain't hard to make money

Who shoot them back at me

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,