This is a song about "How drugs have turned me into a killa"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

I'm a killa it's true

And all the shit you went through

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Cause im the underdog a prince turned into a frog

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

She turned me into a sweety who before used to be a lucifer.

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

And busting it wronghot shots holla back when you get 'emoutlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system