This is a song about "Killin shit"

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

I keep my money neat

Yeah i'm killin this beat

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Im always killin in the mic,

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

While some are killin' it, literally

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

No benson though, cuz the vibe he be killin

That try to chase these skirts

Killin em softly with words