This is a song about "Rifles"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

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

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

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

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

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials