This is a song about "No one gonna stop me"

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

Someones gonna make it stop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Fucking road. i'm doing this for me, you think you're gonna stop me, he's the one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

They ask me to stop but i just gotta say no

I fucking hate this job

But im never gonna stop

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

But that ain't gonna stop me from comin out the wreckage

It ain't hard to make money

No one, no one is iller than me.