This is a song about "Shooting hoops"

She will never get by, no how no way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Rockin them hoops and rockin them kicks

The youngest of my mother kids

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

A shooting range with bullet limits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Dmv they know me well