This is a song about "The columbine shooting"

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Now of days people will be shooting,

They bringing me fish and chips

A shooting range with bullet limits

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed