This is a song about "Shooters"

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off