This is a song about "Shooting manson"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

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

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

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Shows to do, got record to sell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Could be applied to this shit