This is a song about "Shooting cops"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And the significance of cops

I only got four minutes

A shooting range with bullet limits

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You pull up in parking lots

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Why am i back to shooting up again?

If a nigga didn't fake like them