This is a song about "Killing a bitch"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Cuz i'm killing need a hearse, now i'm a designated hitter

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Made a living and a killing off it

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And killing is a crazy person's symptom

I just wanna be higher than that

Made a living and a killing off it

Now i'm saying shit verbally, words are on a killing spree

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one