This is a song about "Shooting up heroine"

And i got 'em every day, every day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im going on a shooting spree

A shooting range with bullet limits

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Miami nights, ain't another one

Try compare weed to heroine

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Back when we was shooting up cops