This is a song about "Shooting manson"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Why am i back to shooting up again?

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

If i can leave this place, and just get away