This is a song about "Shooting fire"

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

Rollin' down the four o five

Shooting down moms and wives

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Your on fire.. your on fire

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Ryan spits hot fire

Going broke, no sir

Of impactful things one can ask for

Im liable to spit cold fire

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope