This is a song about "Aup rifle"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cause she made love to my rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go