This is a song about "Slayin"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring