This is a song about "Killers in the stree"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

We can make more, make babies

#3 my homework's on the table, so now ill never finish it cause the killers here,

Shallow here, a shadow puppeteer of a lyrically ruthless buccaneer.

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders