This is a song about "Pain killers"

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

They had a life but the pain killers grabbed it and snatched it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then