This is a song about "Shootin"

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Killin rappers by the dozen cause im flooded shootin buttons,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Cougars- they keep me shootin' like a reuger suggests

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

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