This is a song about "Shooting game"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars