This is a song about "Lazer rifles"

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

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

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles