This is a song about "Shootin"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Cougars- they keep me shootin' like a reuger suggests

Together all the timethought it was true love

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love