This is a song about "Freshman killers"

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Ya just bought a pair of sperrys like its freshman year

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

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

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

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling