This is a song about "Mob killer"

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

She ain't know i was a killer

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening