This is a song about "Assassins"

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Assonance assassins, slash it up and it's drastic,

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed