This is a song about "Gangsters kills"

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Together all the timethought it was true love

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,