This is a song about "Killed for my kids"

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I wanna feed my babys kids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

For being cocky get now you get killed for that

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips