This is a song about "Animatronic killers"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

So i went down south but i ended up north

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes