This is a song about "Shooting up tc"

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Im going on a shooting spree

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

Now of days people will be shooting,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

A shooting range with bullet limits

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them