This is a song about "Shooting niggas"

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

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

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

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes