This is a song about "Shooting a faggot in the nutsack with a gold dandelion"

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

Smack ya with staggered ladder, faggot, attach ya to a rope

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Im going on a shooting spree

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i