This is a song about "Shots firef"

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Musical shots at your head,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Where would i be without my dogs

I've been balling those shots

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

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

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

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

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money