This is a song about "Shooting and stabing"

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

A far reach from them rap dudes

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Why am i back to shooting up again?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

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