This is a song about "Killa killa zeds dead"

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Smack another person dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

One day a bed

You all should be fukn dead

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Now you wish i was dead,

Holla out my set

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously