This is a song about "My sniperrifle"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

And losin all his money

My own unknown is my enemy,