This is a song about "Killing the gae"

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

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Going ham with the beef cooks, raw, killing rappers now,

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me