This is a song about "Love for killing balcks"

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

No love at all no love for my natives at all

Genocide, tell me what is all the killing for,

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Killing them with a.b.c's, #ask #him aint' a #accident, no need for an a&e.

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Another time for the thugs that need love

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,