This is a song about "Killa mist"

Streets is calling you

I'm a killa it's true

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

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

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest