This is a song about "Shooting shit"

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

A shooting range with bullet limits

You can hear it in my lyrics

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

You be on that stalker shit

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

I got 800 invisible men

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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