This is a song about "The killer in front of you"

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Backing up, like the fool you are jumping in front of a moving truck

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Open your eyes and see what's in front of you dummy

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

But c-can't look up in that mirror