This is a song about "Shooting people"

And mine somewhere bout mars

Back when we was shooting up cops

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Dmv they know me well

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Only concern was the home that was close to him