This is a song about "10 kills"

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Early adapters agree they all late

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Someone drugged me too many pills which i hope succeeds to be the thing that kills

Like hoes down in magic city

Artistic individuality

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Needs some kills? then hire us

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Of impactful things one can ask for

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,