This is a song about "Killing bars"

So she kisses the stars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Killing like every single beat,

Whether it was prison or a killing,

I only got one rule, no kissing

Hoping that he's listening

I'm killing, i'm spitting

Snooping around and killing

In my drawsring, ring, ring