This is a song about "Killin in detroit"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

That drive to detroit was all too slow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Pose, click, pose, click

Im always killin in the mic,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions