This is a song about "Killing for nothing"

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for

If they could cut out all the busting

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

And please never disrespect my set

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone