This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer