This is a song about "Wit killers"

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

Sorry... not sorry, i probably shouldn't copy another killers story,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

4-3... yea, remember that please

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building