This is a song about "Shooting peoples heads"

The twin towers fell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And everybody's having sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

Turn off the lights

Shooting down moms and wives

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A shooting range with bullet limits

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Im going on a shooting spree

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense