This is a song about "10 kills"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I have over 300 confirmed kills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Kills...on my left arm my it say any body killer......itz juz me lil jeffrey..

Kills any body with just his pencil.

So pretentious with no potential