This is a song about "Shots"

What preceded was the clue

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

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

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Musical shots at your head,

Holla out my set

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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