This is a song about "Shots"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Got 30 shots started actin silly

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

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

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

And please never disrespect my set

Musical shots at your head,

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops