This is a song about "Iller"

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

You've got an iller fate, dawg, but your fillers ain't raw

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Well i'm a lot iller, feel the flames of satan's wrath,

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

That's cause i'm iller than you could ever believe,