This is a song about "Killers"

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

From the pain killers then act like you the one that bashed it!

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate