This is a song about "The widow maker"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

I wanted a brother my mother i told her