This is a song about "Pain killers"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

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

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

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

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

You'll own nothing but the pain

I'll never call you bitch again

Is such a motherfucking pain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,