This is a song about "Shooting cats"

Why am i back to shooting up again?

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Now of days people will be shooting,

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

You know we kick it like everyday

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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