This is a song about "Shooting up"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Im going on a shooting spree

And its simple as that baby

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

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

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful