This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

She can make a pimp fall in love

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

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

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