This is a song about "Killers thieves"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

In a serial killers point of view

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,