This is a song about "Shooting kids"

Why am i back to shooting up again?

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

When i get my hands on nines

Shooting down moms and wives

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

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

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/