This is a song about "Killing with guns"

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex