This is a song about "Auto rifle"

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Cause when i make this stew

Grand theft auto: vice city too

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful