This is a song about "Trifle"

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the 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,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

If they startcuz it's all about survival