This is a song about "I be killin"

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Right now killin you, that i crave,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Killin you will be a cinch

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind