This is a song about "Shootin guns"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Your better off shootin yourself

Wish i could shed all these tears

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser