This is a song about "Shooting game"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Amen, they say you only live once

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups