This is a song about "Slayin wam"

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing