This is a song about "Killing it"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Killing off bullying one by one, it won't go on endlessly/

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Made a living and a killing off it

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

See i'm being wanted for committing a crime for killing with these punchlines it goes like this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm killing it, your failin' it, i'm villainous, incredible.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will