This is a song about "Killing for lil sis"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Til he started killing no more dealin too high for that now.

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy