This is a song about "Killing folks"

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

My divine itching and shrine killing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

If we ain't right and always at the throats

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

This is oh so much like getting votes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed