This is a song about "Killing somebo"

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Whether it was prison or a killing,

I was born to do the damn thing

Killing like every single beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

A military mind mean money

Betraying you baby is killing me

Don't want to be the king

Not for attention for killing

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals