This is a song about "Shooting threes"

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Shout out my nigga miles

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

A far reach from them rap dudes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And i like the hoes that need passion

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I need money in a major way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Short days, long nights

Shooting down moms and wives

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry