This is a song about "Killing sniches"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Killing these motherfuckers because i'm superior.

On this mission that im killing,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Whether it was prison or a killing,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Betraying you baby is killing me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Go on killing spree number ten

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Snooping around and killing

I was born to do the damn thing

People don't condone what they've never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Not for attention for killing

But i ain't listening