This is a song about "Shooting someone"

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Killing these niggas off quick

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Back when we was shooting up cops

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Why am i back to shooting up again?

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

And the v12, that's on various trips

A shooting range with bullet limits

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Only concern was the home that was close to him

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops