This is a song about "Winchester rifle"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

I'm paranoid like someone holds a sniper rifle just waiting,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack