This is a song about "Killing canibals thots mew york"

I only got one rule, no kissing

My divine itching and shrine killing

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

That we can't forget the past

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

While half my mental belongs in a cage

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

If i die before i wake

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Beautiful are thou, africa

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance