This is a song about "Killin thugz"

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

This is a killin spree

And now that i’m getting money

And i'm killin' shit like everyday,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Killin em softly with words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Finish line with the tire marks

Like i be killin all these sharks