This is a song about "Killers thieves"

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

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

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,