This is a song about "Kill the flow"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

My flow is so tight i'd probably kill nine before i blink twice, and go back in

You know i be teasing, though

So i can go with the flow,

Kill 'em by old skool flow,let them down on a floor

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Kill the beat like victimless crime

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I kill for the real it,

And yall niggas right the flow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

C walking in the kill zone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Lady at the frank stand will

Call this shit the meal kill