This is a song about "Smoking dope shooting guns"

Shun guns n' they toking, little was spoken, smoking, thanking whoever brought the toke in

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Now of days people will be shooting,

But he don't rule a thing

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

On they twitter writing novels, see

Im going on a shooting spree