This is a song about "King kills"

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Hating my macking, they asking

See, now im the fucking king

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

You know...you know who you are

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

Someone drugged me too many pills which i hope succeeds to be the thing that kills

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

Look it something they can't ever see