This is a song about "Spree"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Go on killing spree number ten

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Essentially, he's set to be the latest in my wrecking spree

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Cheated three times and added up points to her kill spree

I see the worst i've done but i'm still on a crime spree

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money