This is a song about "Killing time"

I'm killing, i'm spitting

Lust will have you slipping

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Killing raps, cant get any deader

I don't care what it did to them

Go on killing spree number ten

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Not for attention for killing

I only got one rule, no kissing