This is a song about "King kills"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Kills any body with just his pencil.

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

I'm feelin like a king,

The time is waiting