This is a song about "Slaying microphones"

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

I'm just back to being lyrical, the only criminal for slaying the king

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Talking about the same shit over, don't care for microphones

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/