This is a song about "Me and him killers"

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

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

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

And as i kneel theyre and ask him why he made me so odd

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I thank god for blessing me. and hope i meet him when i die

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry