This is a song about "Shoots"

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves