This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles