This is a song about "Shot 9 times"

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Of a high school kid and his real times

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

You know i am not gon stop

All the time with this glock of mines

Cause u went spastic so many times

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

It's times like these we all should cherish

Planets? fo-times heavier than,

They talk say cool jew na the man

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Times like this i remember the hunt