This is a song about "Stop im kidding"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And i wont stop this till im reassured

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Don't wanna stop, im king, the lion

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Just kidding don't you dare

U got all them drums in there

You cant stop me im too high in the sky

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And you're approaching me right

Sike, i'm just fucking kidding dike