This is a song about "Chasing lincoln s killer"

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

My home girl told me i got an issue

But now i regret chasing behind you

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king