This is a song about "Pain killers"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I'm going off the top of the brain

From working through rain and pain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

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

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,