This is a song about "I see killers and thieves mob bosses and"

And the life i live is hell see

That's the way, you can move it baby

I fear no opponent

I see the fire and

I look back and see a downer place

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

I swear they think i'm crazy

But i look and i see,

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts