This is a song about "Killing folks"

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

And i don't think homes

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans