This is a song about "Shooting niggas down"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Im going on a shooting spree

Fuck fame, fuck money

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And if i don't go down, i get my niggas bailed.

Now of days people will be shooting,

What up girl, tell me how you been