This is a song about "Shooting gangs"

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

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

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

A shooting range with bullet limits

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Im going on a shooting spree

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play