This is a song about "Bandits"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

They have a habit of calling people faggots, they move like bandits

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

They yelling "curse us" cause they can't stand the bandits,

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids