This is a song about "Its killing me"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

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

It's no longer a new jack city

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me