This is a song about "Killa beez on the swarm"

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

On my ride on the bills baby i

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Screw up the cup, i'm on

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

I tried to warn, a test, a swarm or batch

Pay dues like a hair salon

Light the way, lead us on

I'm a killa it's true

And all the shit you went through

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top