This is a song about "Shooting opps"

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

The twin towers fell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Back when we was shooting up cops

As she goes through the levels

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare