This is a song about "Killing haters"

Cause there'll never be peace

I'm killing off,all the babies

I refuse to be another being on this earth

To all my non-believers and haters

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Whether it was prison or a killing,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Still ain't different, haters killing over what isn't theirs

My divine itching and shrine killing

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

Tell them niggas they slipping

Not for attention for killing