This is a song about "Bullets in a rifle"

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

So many bullets in one nigga that aint right

This is everything that we call hype