This is a song about "Killing old people"

Sixteen years old with a old thang

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Then find it in a rope, some people never grow other than old,

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Do i enjoy when i'm killing other people, totally