This is a song about "Shooting niggas"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Or let the mob handle that