This is a song about "Society killed the gi"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I’m a genius, i’m a win for the society

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Just can't stand society with all the glitz and glam

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything moves around ya

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

When love comes callin', don’t love back

That's acid rap, we killed the track

Pulls out a knife, and the fucker has her killed

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

Ay yo you wonder who i are