This is a song about "Money and killing"

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists

Cause some of you bitches funny

Its laying on me and killing me

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Made a living and a killing off it

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

With plenty of money and women

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And i'm coming and i'm killing to make your life depart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art