This is a song about "Shooting and killing"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

I make a way for my people to see the light

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Together all the timethought it was true love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Thought this was forever love

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes