This is a song about "Shooting peoples heads"

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Rollin' down the four o five

Shooting down moms and wives

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Feeds him other peoples pets,

And everybody's having sex