This is a song about "Hitman"

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.