This is a song about "Killing shit mac 11 mop extended clip ho pout shooting bitches money"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

I didnt say shit to you but here ill mop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Killing all you pacifist bitches, screwin all you pissed off bitches,

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,