This is a song about "Money and killing"

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Made a living and a killing off it

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Made a living and a killing off it

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,