This is a song about "Never killing"

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Killing raps, cant get any deader

Whether it was prison or a killing,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

And i can't even look the other way

In the midst of a fire pit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Go on killing spree number ten

If a nigga didn't fake like them