This is a song about "Smokin and shootin"

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Born alone, work alone, die alone

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

If i sent my dad letters