This is a song about "Killing softly"

My divine itching and shrine killing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Snooping around and killing

Go on killing spree number ten

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Like when i used to be killing

Hoping that he's listening

I was born to do the damn thing

Not for attention for killing

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

So dont be thinkin i'll tread softly let fools ride and shit.

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket