This is a song about "Killin im detroit"

Small, but you talkin' big

Im always killin in the mic,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Dexxter killin killin tracks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

Wickedly ruling the universe with an iron fist, im twisted, gifted for killin villains