This is a song about "Shooting fire"

Why am i back to shooting up again?

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

She can't know where my mother stay

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Your on fire.. your on fire

I think it excited her

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope