This is a song about "Killers thieves"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

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

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years