This is a song about "Killing with guns"

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery