This is a song about "Shooting people"

Shows to do, got record to sell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

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

The underdog of the underground has come far

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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