This is a song about "Shot 9 times"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Times like this i remember the hunt

Of a high school kid and his real times

All the time with this glock of mines

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

I practiced till that shit made perfect

One last shot, this time below the belt

Rollin' down the four o five

Cause u went spastic so many times

I took a chance in the dark i shot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I gotta know if it's real or not

Shot 'em up like i'm a rabid cop./

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

Almost cried right on the spot