This is a song about "Shooting peopel"

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

A shooting range with bullet limits

I be on some other shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/