This is a song about "Killing and chilling"

Made a living and a killing off it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

The you should look up in the stars

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

V2: maybe she's chilling with rich kids and i can't compete

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

With those crazy ass people at the county building