This is a song about "Killing shit that i touch"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I put that nigga in his casket

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But really you can't touch this scene that i am painting

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly

Keep us fresh in our hearts, i thought that we could keep in touch but it wasn't gonna happen though

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

But i like you like..like a lil bit

I ain't scared to admit that shit

But i aint never with that female shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

And touch down when i role into town.

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down