This is a song about "Killin thugz"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

While some are killin' it, literally

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I swear they think i'm crazy

This is a killin spree

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Killin you will be a cinch

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch