This is a song about "Spree"

Not on no stealin spree,

It ain't hard to make money

This is a killin spree

Cause all i want is you, baby

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Im going on a shooting spree

With my mind, so i dont end up on a killing spree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Must you go on a shopping spree cuz i could count to three you'll bump into tree

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Now i'm saying shit verbally, words are on a killing spree

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

So give it baby

This verbal murder spree