This is a song about "Shooting fire"

A shooting range with bullet limits

So here i am at the store for some chips

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

The twin towers fell

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Im going on a shooting spree

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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