Guilty Interlude

[Verse]
They killed her guilty, I’m dealing with guilt that kills me
Same shit, alone in the womb, but I feel ceased
I should’ve sung the blues on Elm Street
I had to run the younger [?] off killstreaks
His pops will appreciate it
My son was born in it, he will not get initiated
And he will not be affiliated
We run the home team, won’t be pops and the bitch he faded
She’ll likely have him by the balls though
Cowboy hat, derringer with the Marlboro
Wild West
Milk the game, gеt the cow dressed
Yеs
Blessed