This is a song about "Sniper rifle"

The world's in my own view, fuck the lone sniper

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

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

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce me and lone sniper,

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I don’t care where ya are

Right with my bro sniper,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

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