This is a song about "Trifle"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

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

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