This is a song about "Hard point"

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Now its time to get my point across

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

In a serial killers point of view

Worth a couple bills

On point, i hone my skills

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

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