This is a song about "Killin yall"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Killin you will be a cinch

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Im always killin in the mic,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

And modify your opinion

Im always killin in the mic,

But they say we ain't big

Dexxter killin killin tracks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

No benson though, cuz the vibe he be killin

You just working with the scraps you was given