This is a song about "Shootin"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

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

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