This is a song about "Rifles"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

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

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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