This is a song about "Shooting guns"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

You can't evade my guns,

These chalance give me balance

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

This is how she want to live

Shooting down moms and wives

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles