This is a song about "Killing deer"

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Go on killing spree number ten

Killing the competition, without any permission,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Killing like every single beat,

Snooping around and killing

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Not for attention for killing

And getting money is the song i sing

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Sorry dear/deer never gave a fuck so you better run