This is a song about "Creepy spirits killing you"

What preceded was the clue

Starts with the killing of you

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

Thinking you had a plan and now it's killing you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

In the game killing you with the sickest flows