This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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