This is a song about "Snipers and jugs"

What i do, through and through and

She can only live for the moment

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And stop playing hide and seek,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

The vision is quite clear