This is a song about "Rifles"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Metaphors hit hard as glocs, rifles

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

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