This is a song about "Deep and killing shit"

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm spitting 'n' killing this quick shit..

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Killing this shit, no closure, burned out like a toaster.

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

And i can handle relationships, but shit this bitch got me in too deep

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Put the pen to the pad, write some deep shit,

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Feel it in yo blood, this shit right run deep

Killing with words and making your mind longer

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her