This is a song about "Killing the gae"

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

My favorite time was killing the nurse

This is only for the hip-hop lovers