This is a song about "Killing snitchs and diggin ditchs"

Made a living and a killing off it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Its laying on me and killing me

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Made a living and a killing off it

Thinking you had a plan and now it's killing you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue