This is a song about "Killin in detroit"

Im always killin in the mic,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

Recreating less gorified scenes in my book hiden in my mind of killin kind,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Fuck healing i'm killin and sinning, shove venom in cuts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I was born and raised in metro detroit, so it's a fact that if

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\