This is a song about "Shots in your nackers"

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I feel i'll leave you niggas in a fuckin' spot when bustin' shots, golden chrome,

Musical shots at your head,

My voice make her wet

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

A sniper-rifleman , 2 shots your in the sky,

Now everybody put your hands up high

Smoking on a marley

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Call my shots, like babe ruth/