This is a song about "Shooting heroin"

Like a heroin addict rebirthed through withdrawals

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Let me call that hotel

I be gettin' money

Im going on a shooting spree

All the time with this glock of mines

Shooting down moms and wives