This is a song about "Shots"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I bust shots, they bust back

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Where would i be without my dogs

I've been balling those shots

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Sippin' shots crippen after

Shit i'm the the rapper

Takin shots, it's painless,

Ships that sail to distant places

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,