This is a song about "Killing softly"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

No sympathy, even though hostility is killing me.

I'm killing off,all the babies

And i know - there'll never be peace

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Why does there have to be so much killing

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Whether it was prison or a killing,

And this will be the song that we sing

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps