This is a song about "Killin yall"

Im always killin in the mic,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Killin innocent lives like abortions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

While some are killin' it, literally

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Sometimes i think, what i need

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Im always killin in the mic,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

But in the meantime it's lights please

Killin you in all degrees