This is a song about "Shots firef"

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Where would i be without my dogs

This is why her nigga mad

I bust shots, they bust back