This is a song about "Shooting bitches down"

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Where you welcome to problems

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im going on a shooting spree

Shows to do, got record to sell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I got some down bitches i can call

You can hear it in my lyrics

A shooting range with bullet limits