This is a song about "Love kills"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Kills any body with just his pencil.

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Needs some kills? then hire us

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance