This is a song about "Shooting and killing"

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Made a living and a killing off it

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i