This is a song about "Scope and application"

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

And remember what i said and

Put the purp in the blunt

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

With a lyrical scope

And like to boast and brag

Ain't even tryna hold back

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

It's a large scope, i'm like a star, find me with a telescope/