This is a song about "From 5th street killers"

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

In a serial killers point of view

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You forget this shit comes from the street

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Good kids make bad grown ups

On the 5th of the first month,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street