This is a song about "Love for killing balcks"

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Genocide, tell me what is all the killing for,

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

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,