This is a song about "I be killin"

Killin the tracks since i jumped out the playpen

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

In his body and face

Right now killin you, that i crave,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

So now i'm the lucky motherfucker that'll be killin you off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction