This is a song about "Lamp that kills people"

I'm one of those people that hide

And if i want to go outside

Now that i'm rappin, i'm fucking different people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

You have luxuries that other people haven't

And that i spent the night with her

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

You fried under that heated lamp,

Just lay back, get your face slapped