This is a song about "Killa ova nothin"

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Cept when im pullin up browns, and not ova, its for marijuana/

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And losin all his money

Word of advice that blueprint doesn't mean nothin,

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And if i want to go outside

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

I'm a killa it's true

I wanna get with you