This is a song about "Rifles"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

Let em marinate, you forever late

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Trifle, stifle 'em like rifles from a psycho, i'm ill,

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

When i blast, rifles will be striking volts like lightning bolts,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Into they fuckin' rifles they like just done won the lottery,