This is a song about "Shooting someone"

Im going on a shooting spree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Back when we was shooting up cops

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Dmv they know me well

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

That i'll be noticed by someone