This is a song about "Killin it"

Makin' a killin' with this

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Until it hits em, like a mocs a killin' 'em and they're six feet under

Im always killin in the mic,

All you wanna do is get that stick

Wanna see you work your body

This is a killin spree

While some are killin' it, literally

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

But i'm not worried

Yeah i'm killin this beat

When i'm spittin like kendrick man that's when you know that i'm killin' it

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit