This is a song about "Killers"

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that