This is a song about "Shooting birch niggas"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

A shooting range with bullet limits

They bringing me fish and chips

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.