This is a song about "Swiper the sniper"

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Fuck themselves, supress a sniper for my guests.

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

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope