This is a song about "Rifles"

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

We vegetables, on them record labels

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