This is a song about "Spree"

Go on killing spree number ten

Magic city tipping them

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

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Reason i need mental help / doing a killing spree is all i see / the system

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Fanatic #spree #of #killing, keep screaming, i torment 'n' tease you

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

I earned my spot, nothing free,try n mock, cant quite copy me, theres no stopping my spree

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party