This is a song about "Killing niear"

My divine itching and shrine killing

Hoping that he's listening

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Whether it was prison or a killing,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Killing raps, cant get any deader

Like when i used to be killing

Lust will have you slipping

Killing yo since day one

Mami... she open, she open

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Killing the competition, without any permission,