This is a song about "Shooting cats"

A shooting range with bullet limits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Amen, they say you only live once

Know it good when she go no hands

Not only high, but i season you cats

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Im going on a shooting spree

Mama made her pretty

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them