This is a song about "Killin im detroit"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im killin this shit just call the morgue

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Pose, click, pose, click

Im always killin in the mic,

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Im always killin in the mic,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Burn in hell thats what i tell my competition, im killin off the weak shit and supplyin my vision

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run