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,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

A shooting range with bullet limits

And now your best friend's having kids

Im going on a shooting spree

Could i make you my baby

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

If you out there let me hear you say

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels