This is a song about "Gangsters kills"

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

I have over 300 confirmed kills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Kills any body with just his pencil.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Needs some kills? then hire us

And now it's clear as this promise