This is a song about "Killing with raps"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

& with thunderous raps i throw lighting in smacks

You cant make a dime with your raps

But i’m praying in advance

Quick with the intricate raps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Im steady killing with a heavy metal melody as my theme song,