This is a song about "Killin"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Killin' imagery, droppin' bitches just like elephants

What do i really need

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Im always killin in the mic,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Didn't know you were killin me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Killin em softly with words