This is a song about "Villains"

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

Wickedly ruling the universe with an iron fist, im twisted, gifted for killin villains

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

Chilling like some villains when they're feeling the beat knocking

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I pillaged your village with pickets/ and ridded you villains and bigots

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

That the villains are pulling in

Visions, dreams of passion

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

And we so used to being villains that we never listen

Club house, i'm demanding passwords so villains can't infiltrate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight