This is a song about "Pain killers"

In a serial killers point of view

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

I'm numb i fell no pain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

You'll own nothing but the pain

So much to say a scrabble game

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Sorry... not sorry, i probably shouldn't copy another killers story,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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