This is a song about "The blood in my veins killer modes my game when you hear my name killah max"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

When you hear my rhymes flowing with eloquence

The shits still coarsen through my veins

While working on my mistakes

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

My name, in the game, for some reason these westfest guys sound the same.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

I'll reclaim the game and bring my name to fame/

I like my girls skinny with brains

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

One verse is all it takes

What runnin' trough my veins?

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Say my name up the #stairs, i'm hear to tell a #story,