This is a song about "Its killing me"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

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

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

You may not know me, but im killing beats

Achieving success by killing those who would lie to me

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby