This is a song about "Gangsters kills"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

The fence they was on about my rap skills

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

Needs some kills? then hire us

I just light up and focus