This is a song about "Stony point"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

It's only a dream, check point reality one

In a serial killers point of view

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

No point in hanging on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Now its time to get my point across