This is a song about "Shooting a giraffe"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

You look like a shooting star, who ever says a differ,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Shooting down moms and wives

Short days, long nights

Lord forbid, for the good kid

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Back when we was shooting up cops

The you should look up in the stars

Tell me how can we live this way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent