This is a song about "Shooting fire"

A shooting range with bullet limits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Fire, i deliver

And you know i paint that picture

Ryan spits hot fire

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,