This is a song about "Shooting peoples heads"

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

And everybody's having sex

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

This a different motor man better go to work

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Oh your friends are sick

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

That sits on peoples dicks

The jiggas and the tips

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal