This is a song about "These matha fuking thots"

Something worth dying for

These punchlines deliver

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And i’m still trying to defy these guys, all these politicians,

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

I can feel your heart beating fast

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Over these mattresses,

I think found where your mind was