This is a song about "Killers thieves"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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