This is a song about "On a killstreak"

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Westside, bitch i run mine

Got a bounty on me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

So they taught me to spray

And get on a flight today

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

As i light one for ill will

See santa coming on a reindeer

Then going on a drug binge

I created this image

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Im going on a shooting spree

Me and you i think we should ride

2am on a sunday night