This is a song about "Trifle"

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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