This is a song about "Smokin and shootin"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Smokin sweet and sour

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Your better off shootin yourself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Will somebody please show me how

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown