This is a song about "Killing folks"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

One day become as big as shady, but you see none of us normal folks

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,

Snooping around and killing

I'm doing the same thing

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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