This is a song about "Shooting up a schh"

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

And if i see you i'm gonna start shooting like i'm coming off a rebound.

To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Hop in and let me test drive

Shooting down moms and wives

Breakdancing to melle mel

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.