This is a song about "Trifle"

Trifle, stifle 'em like rifles from a psycho, i'm ill,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

Ok now everythings wonderful

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