This is a song about "Shooting meth"

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

A shooting range with bullet limits

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

So is being addicted to using meth needles

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//