This is a song about "Killing the prime minister"

Always gonna be the first in my prime

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Starts with the killing of you

And word i blew off herb i grew

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Past his prime, everything just fell from the cracks

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

So one more line, when i'm in the prime of the rhyme. i tell you one thing,

Smoking prime only the finest....

And i'm just being honest

Then connects you as the prime suspect

That happen to act like a black president

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor