This is a song about "Killing people"

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

My divine itching and shrine killing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Whether it was prison or a killing,

I'mma rap to you real quick. i wanna enjoy the luxury of like

Bang bang pucker pucker killing people like flies gotta survive; soul suicide

I had this crazy vision of killing

Hey your honor, is you kidding

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

Like when i used to be killing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Not for attention for killing