This is a song about "Make a killin"

This is a killin spree

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Ambition is still very big

Im always killin in the mic,

Every song is killin

And i love your mind and ambition

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Until it hits em, like a mocs a killin' 'em and they're six feet under