This is a song about "Killing sprea"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Killing like every single beat,

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Whether it was prison or a killing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Snooping around and killing

And there's little to be glad for

Killing raps, cant get any deader

Not for attention for killing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Why does there have to be so much killing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Killing these motherfuckers because i'm superior.