This is a song about "Killing and robbing people"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Made a living and a killing off it

Life is amazing but it beams, 'cause people keep killing it

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

My divine itching and shrine killing

Do i enjoy when i'm killing other people, totally

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money