This is a song about "Shooting peapole"

The twin towers fell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

It's no longer a new jack city

Im going on a shooting spree

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

A shooting range with bullet limits

You can hear it in my lyrics