This is a song about "Shooting shit"

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Back when we was shooting up cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

The underdog of the underground has come far

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love