This is a song about "Trifle"

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle