This is a song about "The columbine shooting"

Saying they this and that

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

You pull up in parking lots

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Are going to make me cross the border, to insanity to aurora columbine/

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

One where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine