This is a song about "Killing a nigger"

Every day was a saturday, shit

Made a living and a killing off it

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Your such a prick your family tree needs killing,

Thinking you had a plan and now it's killing you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun