This is a song about "All killin"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Dexxter killin killin tracks

This is a killin spree

Or you'll drive me crazy

Like i be killin all these sharks

All on the furniture with no regards

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Didn't know you were killin me

Shit with our whole family

While some are killin' it, literally

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm like mohammed ali in his prime, killin' all of yours kiddish rhymes.

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.