This is a song about "Shootin guns"

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence