This is a song about "Scrap killa"

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

How you baggin' up white, but won't scrap in a fight?

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I'm a killa it's true