This is a song about "Shooting shit"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

We vegetables, on them record labels

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.