This is a song about "Shooting opps"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

The twin towers fell

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Im going on a shooting spree

When i'm on it, on it like my job

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

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