This is a song about "Telescope on my ar15"

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

And the wrong time

I put my raps on vine,

Start to work on my libido

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Before my time pasted on

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

It’s a black shit, can't even be seen by a telescope,