This is a song about "Killin thugz"

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Killin you will be a cinch

Rather beatin on the bitch

Killin you in all degrees

Gotta go, let her leave

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Makin' a killin' with this

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Like i be killin all these sharks

Didn't know you were killin me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

It ain't hard to make money

This is a killin spree

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Cause talk is cheap