This is a song about "Shooting kids"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I know they pay me too much of attention

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/