This is a song about "Going for the kill"

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Not to keep going for me but for the liquor

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

How bout let me kill the track for a second

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Tech broke this down for you, the cia are known to kill,