This is a song about "Killa ova nothin"

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

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

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

There aint nothin for us,

Off rip that's genius

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

Not only had the fiend died