This is a song about "Shooting bitches down"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

And i like the hoes that need passion

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I got some down bitches i can call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Cocky bitches shedding down they're mouths like they droplets