This is a song about "Killin drillin and spillin"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Me and zylo always be killin this shit

Until it hits em, like a mocs a killin' 'em and they're six feet under

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

And listen to the sound of your blood slowly spillin' on the floor,

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo