This is a song about "Start shooting"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

A shooting range with bullet limits

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

The lessons gotta start from the start

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I start trippin', and start slittin'

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Back when we was shooting up cops

I let you know you dealing with dogs

We hustle to survive

Shooting down moms and wives

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks