This is a song about "Shooting up a school"

The bus pulls up beside the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

A shooting range with bullet limits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Up at three, school at dawn,

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I just want somebody i can see

Im going on a shooting spree