This is a song about "Who shot ya"

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

What the fuck makes you think i'll be coming to a stop with ya warning shot,

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

Is the only one who keeps bending over exposing whats under like ya mama

That's how i got the weed spot

I wish i had another shot

Not giving you my best shot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit