This is a song about "Super star killer rhythms"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Sience say i'm already a star

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Rhythms to write it in, but

Baby super star status

Trick trick got them passes

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

Ya'll wife and white knight her

She ain't know i was a killer

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

My rhythms always on precision

// [you're a... rock star]

How simple they are

We're one and the same, don't try to separate with your deriding rhythms

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks