This is a song about "Killin drillin and spillin"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,

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

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Me and zylo always be killin this shit

I just wanna be higher than that

Sippin' and killin' em, liquor is sendin' 'em, kendrick said to take the drank,

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Dexxter killin killin tracks

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

You and i are different, i'm killin it and you're surprised

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see