This is a song about "Shooting muthafuckas"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Shooting down moms and wives

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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