This is a song about "Killed"

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

I wish my bro was never killed(was never killed),

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

I've killed so many...

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

No achilles heel invincible like achilles before he was killed,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Killed her like i'm special ops/