This is a song about "Shooting murder"

Let me call that hotel

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

But i - somehow, some way

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops