This is a song about "Going for the kill"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

So we're home, for the last time and jodi is going to die.

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I kill for the real it,

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met