This is a song about "Killing and gangs"

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

My divine itching and shrine killing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Its laying on me and killing me

Fuck that now trying get the money

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side