This is a song about "Killing and guns"

Please boo what's your size crazy

Its laying on me and killing me

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Made a living and a killing off it

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Blasting out some backyard

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Snooping around and killing

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so