This is a song about "Shooting kids"

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Turn off the lights

Shooting down moms and wives

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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

Then play you all my latest shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone