This is a song about "Kevin the slayer"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

//me and great the king slayer

And there's little to be glad for

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth