This is a song about "Killing weed girls"

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

I had this crazy vision of killing

Hit it til your make up missing

On this mission that im killing,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I get jelous when your with other girls

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Bitch i'm all you need

Who be puffin that weed

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him