This is a song about "Shooter in the fym"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

I love you though i'll still fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Left his future in shambles as shooter with hammers let loose to dismantle