This is a song about "Ain t nobody iller"

You've got an iller fate, dawg, but your fillers ain't raw

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

And nobody talks to him and nobody tries

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Nobody is iller than him if u don't think u get yo eyes checked

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick