This is a song about "Going for the kill"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Who knows, i could probably keep going for the rest of the night

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose