This is a song about "He is the one"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Yo that bitch think he is the best

But me and my brother never made it out school

I only hope that one day he stops playing the fool,

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

There'd still be niggas out killing

And again he is back at the beginning.

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

That's why poverty is the number one element

And all women who had light features, see

And what the fuck's he doing, is he crazy