This is a song about "Squad killer"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

845 brick squad on the track/

I can't turn back

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I have no killer degree, cause

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her