This is a song about "Shootin guns"

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Remember my guns like a mic,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot