This is a song about "Fame kills"

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Needs some kills? then hire us

Off rip that's genius

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Grown men in this game

No more money, no more fame

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Kills any body with just his pencil.

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience