This is a song about "Shooting up tc"

South side, tc your sick toxic topics aren't toxic

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

A shooting range with bullet limits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

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

Shooting down moms and wives

Short days, long nights