This is a song about "Shots"

I bust shots, they bust back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

How simple they are

Sippin' shots crippen after

If your man want to bet

Musical shots at your head,

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

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

I'm going back to cali

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Fuck lucifer, little faggot, let's go take some crazy shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms