This is a song about "Sniper rifle"

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

J. cole's her ghost writer

And if you're a sniper

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

No fights for lone sniper, i tear up this mic,

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

Rifle from the wall just call me chekhov,

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

Y'all know the cycle, i wrote it psycho, lyrics like a loaded rifle,

My visions tainted,the hieroglyphics of a sniper

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

No fights for lone sniper, i tear up this mic,