This is a song about "Shooting murder"

Im going on a shooting spree

Don't worry bout a thang baby

There is a light that shines

Shooting down moms and wives

A shooting range with bullet limits

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

As she goes through the levels

Back when we was shooting up cops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props