This is a song about "Shooting birch niggas"

Y’all only in it for the cars

Back when we was shooting up cops

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And i ain't goin' well

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

A shooting range with bullet limits

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives