This is a song about "Killing andy"

Snooping around and killing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I come outta battles un-damaged with more wholes in wars than andy got,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Killing like every single beat,

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Not for attention for killing

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Or let the mob handle that

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I had this crazy vision of killing

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

17. now i'm willing to get killing,