This is a song about "My sniperrifle"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is my original, my validation

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

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

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I’m tryna be low key

These my rhymes and my story

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My talent should take me places i've never been

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost