This is a song about "The killa"

Choked the one on the throne

Blackberry and t phone

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously