This is a song about "Rifles"

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close