This is a song about "Killing for littil sister"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And later found out that was your sister

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I’m sorry i fucked your sister

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Not for attention for killing

Don't want to be the king

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Genocide, tell me what is all the killing for,