This is a song about "Shootin"

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

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

And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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