This is a song about "Grillin and killin"

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Muhfuckin haters grillin like a barbeque

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Legends are immortal, killin legacy impossible,

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Until it hits em, like a mocs a killin' 'em and they're six feet under