This is a song about "Spree"

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Thats why we always broke, everyday is a shopping spree,

Fuck fame, fuck money

This is a killin spree

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

It ain't hard to make money

This verbal murder spree

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Cheated three times and added up points to her kill spree

Not on no stealin spree,

So give it baby