This is a song about "Going for the kill"

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Call this shit the meal kill

How bout let me kill the track for a second

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Going for the belt like the number one contender

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that