This is a song about "Shooting up"

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Shows to do, got record to sell