This is a song about "King kills"

Needs some kills? then hire us

Off rip that's genius

The fence they was on about my rap skills

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

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

But he don't rule a thing

I'm feelin like a king,

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

And it smells like burger king.

And this will be the song that we sing