This is a song about "Killers in the stree"

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

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

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip