This is a song about "Shooting is a habit"

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

Its a force of habit,

I'm stuck with that

With these macs i've got a bad habit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

A shooting range with bullet limits