This is a song about "Terrorists"

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Or liberal because we see ém all as terrorists,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

We self-made but never is an i on the team

And i like the hoes that need passion

Terrorists among the world that we live in,