This is a song about "Shooting guns"

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Why am i back to shooting up again?

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Remember my guns like a mic,

I never crack i got that chap stick