This is a song about "Sniper rifle"

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And if you're a sniper

When it comes to spitting that fire

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots