This is a song about "Snipers"

Snipers on the mic again,

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Im like a lion but im not tame, leave you marked for death snipers on your chest feel the pain,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Cant see me or my snipers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that