This is a song about "My sniper"

The world's in my own view, fuck the lone sniper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Bullets been fired at ma face, while i'm standing still wishing to kill the sniper/

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,