This is a song about "Mysterious killer gangster"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I slay em like a #serial #killer

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And i'm like a gangster

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip