This is a song about "Shoots"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

She brings me up, than shoots me down im like a ragdoll tossed around,

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

If u graphin then we taxen u can have it all sending shoots

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Other team ticks, in two shoots we'll score six, cuz we're the wild pack of