This is a song about "These steetz"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Got tired of running from the police

Trees discovered never been structured like these

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

These punchlines deliver

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

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

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.