This is a song about "Shootin"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her