This is a song about "Shooting fire"

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Ryan spits hot fire

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Now of days people will be shooting,

What up girl, tell me how you been