This is a song about "Rifles"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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