This is a song about "Shooting meth"

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A shooting range with bullet limits

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Why am i back to shooting up again?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Teach you how to rope a chick

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress