This is a song about "Slayin"

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence