This is a song about "Shootin"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

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

I'm an evil clown, shootin up the town getting dough like a baker

I think you and your friends

Your better off shootin yourself

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Killin rappers by the dozen cause im flooded shootin buttons,

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks