This is a song about "Killing them"

I had this crazy vision of killing

I only got one rule, no kissing

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Not for attention for killing

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

And the v12, that's on various trips

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Go on killing spree number ten

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance