This is a song about "King kills"

Big said it, more money more ills

I have over 300 confirmed kills

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

I hear the people talking

I'm feelin like a king,

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

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

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Here comes the next rap king

You know what i'm saying