This is a song about "Killin shit all day"

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Killin shit with my mouth, fiillin it with what i'm about

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

So imma chase money all day

I'm like mohammed ali in his prime, killin' all of yours kiddish rhymes.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I kill shit on a day to day basis,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

I have to deal with shit every day

But now i'm killin' rap shit, y'all could ask it, but that's real dope,

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

And i'm killin' shit like everyday,

For a perfect mother’s day