This is a song about "Shots in your nackers"

Musical shots at your head,

Lemonhead end up dead

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Leaving your brain stem #in #fluids by lead shots

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I've been balling those shots

Where would i be without my dogs

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains