This is a song about "Shooting up tc"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Shows to do, got record to sell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

A shooting range with bullet limits

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Why am i back to shooting up again?

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them