This is a song about "Why people cock and shoot"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Born in 86 been loyal ever since,your born that why and people hate but you

Pockets probably like fried food

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Why do people have to die

Yeah, since i was a knee high