This is a song about "Where have all the killers gone"

But i kinda like your company

That i have all the money

Have to get through the wall, where i'm a juggernaut

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

The fatherland lies barren now that you have gone

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

After lebron, i'm what's next

All the girls wanna have sex

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious