This is a song about "Killing men"

Nastiest over-limit went men

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Snooping around and killing

Money ain't a thing

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

They'll never become better men

What the fuck happened to rap when

I had never fit in with the men.

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen