This is a song about "Killin the game"

Ruunin round killin shit in the (in the) booth

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

Cause i am the verge of killin everyone that i can get

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

I work hard for everything i get

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I'm killin it! my hand's the detonator to rhyme bombing.

Love and peace but killin the mic

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Im just chillin, confessin my guilt for killin the game

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame