This is a song about "King assassin"

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Holy crap, man, how did i become the assassin?

Cold, my style making my nose run

I'm a masked black assassin

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Imagine a life of peace but livin' like an assassin

Tell them niggas we coming

I'm feelin like a king,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

As i'm an assassin in this business, sickness has given my forgiveness