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

The station where all the rap generals are at

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

And once he's gone, the nasty realization that i'm all alone.

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

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

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

The fatherland lies barren now that you have gone

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

The bus is just a school bus where all the kids follow

It's finally time to say be gone to all the hate drawn

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong