This is a song about "Shooting bloods"

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

The twin towers fell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

While scheming on hits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

It shows i know a bit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,