This is a song about "Rifle"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go

Lady at the frank stand will

Cause she made love to my rifle

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will