This is a song about "Shooters"

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

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

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off