This is a song about "Killin them"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

No benson though, cuz the vibe he be killin

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Didn't know you were killin me

It was just another party

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Im always killin in the mic,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Dexxter killin killin tracks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

We getting money, you can face the facts