This is a song about "Going for the kill"

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

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Going for the long run

Ok i hear you talkin

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Kill your crew for no reason

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I live for the thrill, addicted to the kill.

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head