This is a song about "Shooting shit"

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Dmv they know me well

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Why am i back to shooting up again?

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

You can hear it in my lyrics

A shooting range with bullet limits

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

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