This is a song about "Fuck bilboard drugs is wat i kill for"

They are the coaches in this

Am focused on wat the next is/

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I can sell you some too if you're lookin for drugs

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud