This is a song about "Shooting muthafuckas"

Shit with our whole family

Im going on a shooting spree

You can hear it in my lyrics

A shooting range with bullet limits

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

But he don't rule a thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Why am i back to shooting up again?

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups