This is a song about "My sniperrifle"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Yeah bitch this date's done

My words are my rhythm

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

These my rhymes and my story

Sing it to em' shorty

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument