This is a song about "I m a cold hearted nigga that will stab you to death and look at you in the eye while you die"

I don't fight fair. i'll stab you to death, then disappear into thin air.

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

Causin death at this very moment, while your ego is tellin you to "amass the paper"

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

But he'll stab you in the back, and leave you in the alley slain

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

I hope you will till you die

Ill stab you in one eye and watch you cry out the other,

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Still nobody cared, you could see by the look in his eye,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids