This is a song about "Killa mist"

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

You haven't flowered loco

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

The world looking out, they on the front row