This is a song about "Pain killers"

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

You'll own nothing but the pain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

But in the meantime it's lights please

They ain't killers they're a sleaze