This is a song about "Camden killers"

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

And don't be mad just because i've grasped my potential and you haven't savage,

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

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

In a serial killers point of view

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip