This is a song about "Auto rifle"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Hey now got a thing for you

Y’all only in it for the cars

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm paranoid like someone holds a sniper rifle just waiting,

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