This is a song about "Killin you"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

Your killin me, with novice flows, you gotta go/

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

Didn't know you were killin me

So give it baby

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Let's enjoy our younger years