Back to the topic (Cover 2.0)

[Verse 1: PB]
It's PB the killer,sort of like a thriller
Not Michael Jackson jumping out the grave this is iller
Made my own swag
Support the new movement
Stoner boy getting ahead then its deuces
They think i'm a nuisance but never see i'm ruthless
Beating up life, going hard till it's toothless
Beating all the odds till this life fair, even
Even them fake niggas here committing treason
Trying to stab my back , Back-off mother fuckers
Ludicrous niggas just back talking bitches
Don't know I hear them, hiding in them coops
Laughing out loud to the cockle-doodle-dos
Always just dissing me even in my youth
Thriving off my pain while i'm feeling so aloof
There by myself fat, short and obtuse
In wars with myself man, thinking that's the truth
Chicks also hating me, even when im nice
Turning their cold shoulders
Rejecting me in spite
Shunning me in public, disgusted by my sight
And all I really want is to be seen in good light
So now i'm just quiet, never really social
Trying to move away from emotions and people
At least till i'm primo, keep that small circle
Out to kill it with them till the end
Sipping vino
And all these other fuckers
I'll remember them suckers
And show thm that they should have shown respect for a brother
When i'm just running shit
That's when they just stutter
Never saw me coming, out there looking like a stunner
Stone cold feelings
Coming in raw
Working so hard dropping beats and galore
Making sure everybody sees me as more
So I can finally set out my wings and soar.