This is a song about "Creepy spirits killing you"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In the game killing you with the sickest flows

You may not know me, but im killing beats

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Killing you off shall be my mission

When you talk about murder, you're only killing yourself.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds