This is a song about "Trifle"

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle