This is a song about "All i ever wanted was to be body south side killers on the payroll"

All i wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

The father of me/ i had to speak if i wanted to be free/ i was ten

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I was born in the underground of the south side

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Focusing on being what you wanted to be.