This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

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

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

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,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer