This is a song about "Boys chilling and killin"

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

I can only imagine

And, boys try to pull a fast one

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Love and peace but killin the mic

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse