This is a song about "Shots"

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

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

And i've been thinking bout you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

They keep sendin shots, i might just start

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I bust shots, they bust back

Make the fingers snap

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Sippin' shots crippen after