This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

When i blast, rifles will be striking volts like lightning bolts,

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Into they fuckin' rifles they like just done won the lottery,

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Here i go again, searching for love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Trifle, stifle 'em like rifles from a psycho, i'm ill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill