This is a song about "One dire"

Just to match the grind with precision

Prolific, picking victims one by one

I can only imagine

When you cant even cock one

Truthfully, some eye at least

One man one vote, now achieved

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

We can talk things over a little a while

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Killing yo since day one

Top ranked, number one my son