This is a song about "Killing careers"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Killing these motherfuckers because i'm superior.

All drinks on me like a fuckin' coaster

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

End careers before you know i'm even here/

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My divine itching and shrine killing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

But, i rain on your parades when you find your careers in danger

Why does there have to be so much killing

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke