This is a song about "These steetz"

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

These years these fucking living nightmares

I can taste the salt from my tears

Im visious when i kiss these

Just know that i'm always

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Niggas can't afford these

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts