This is a song about "On a killstreak"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Give us this day, our daily bread

You have a hound on a lead,

2am on a sunday night

My direction good, well-rounded type

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Only a hand on those hips

Walk that body, talk that body

Got a bounty on me

Than the muse of a family

I had on a black tee,

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

Trip, and then you never snitch