This is a song about "Shooting shit"

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Why am i back to shooting up again?

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

A shooting range with bullet limits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Shooting down moms and wives

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs