This is a song about "Grillin and killin"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

You and i are different, i'm killin it and you're surprised

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

And i'm killin' shit like everyday,

Burn in hell thats what i tell my competition, im killin off the weak shit and supplyin my vision

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one