This is a song about "Shooting kids"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Back when we was shooting up cops

Fucking each others moms

Im going on a shooting spree

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

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

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A shooting range with bullet limits