This is a song about "Sniper better"

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

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

In the sniper i'm sighing, i'm crying why is my luck

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Till my mind gets better

But that's what he liked her

I'm paranoid like someone holds a sniper rifle just waiting,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My visions tainted,the hieroglyphics of a sniper

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for