This is a song about "Triggers"

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

This boy's a bullet, but triggers, nobody will pull it

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Avoided it, pulled triggers. shy or harmless?

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer