This is a song about "Mah niggas are killers"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

2 feet planted, keeping my head on a swivel for lurking niggas that are looking

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Niggas nowadays are diehards

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

In a serial killers point of view