This is a song about "British army sniper"

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Fuck themselves, supress a sniper for my guests.

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

To exist like a beach in a tsunami

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce me and lone sniper,

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

My visions tainted,the hieroglyphics of a sniper