This is a song about "Full killing"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

My divine itching and shrine killing

Everything is just full of shit.

Double m-g not to mention we got that

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Full of myself, but still hungry

African queen got what you need

Killing like every single beat,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Killing these motherfuckers because i'm superior.

Vijay singh and all of them

Go on killing spree number ten