This is a song about "Killers in the stree"

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,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

And it rules everything around them

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

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