This is a song about "Shooting guns"

Now of days people will be shooting,

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Shooting down moms and wives

Turn off the lights