This is a song about "Steph curry with the shot"

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I've never forgotten the orphan who grabbed the shotgun 'n' shot

Call this the money shot

You know i am not gon stop