This is a song about "Trifle"

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

Ok now everythings wonderful

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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