This is a song about "Shot dead"

So get them ends hot

Call this the money shot

I fucking hate this job

I wish i had another shot

My greatest jest since i pretended i shot

She can only take so much more than her heart got

She acting all extra

Dead , shot etc

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

No, nobody's getting shot

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Even when my dreams are dead