This is a song about "My sniperrifle"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

This is my original, my validation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

It's a fools fatewithout your word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause some of you bitches funny