This is a song about "Trigger"

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

I got something you've been waiting for

Say bye bye to her

Your pussy like a trigger,

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I linger, finger on the trigger

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

And he always keeping his finger on a trigger

Waiting to pull the trigger while phoma shivers

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

It's like you're my mirror

Maybe the third trigger