This is a song about "Killing them"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

On this mission that im killing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Cold, my style making my nose run

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

Go on killing spree number ten

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I'm the sushi king

I'm killing, i'm spitting

Killing yo since day one

There are times when you'll need someone