This is a song about "Taking shots"

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Want to let you know i love you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks