This is a song about "Shots fire"

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Your on fire.. your on fire

Come here i’m about to take you higher

I've been balling those shots

And i'm still hurtin over pops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I bust shots, they bust back

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Zero options to choose

Call my shots, like babe ruth/