This is a song about "Trigger"

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

I linger, finger on the trigger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Call in rondonumbanine, kid will bring the trigger

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Don't know what will come, one word can pull the trigger

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Waiting to pull the trigger while phoma shivers

Maybe the third trigger

Say bye bye to her

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

I made a promise to the mirror

My trigger finger's screaming for the richer/