This is a song about "On a killstreak"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Then going on a drug binge

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

I'm a p.i.m.p never trick on a bitch.

And get on a flight today

Round my motherfuckin way

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

I've got muslims calling on jesus