This is a song about "Make a killin"

Every song is killin

I know that love it could begin

Didn't know you were killin me

It's no longer a new jack city

While some are killin' it, literally

But five years from now i bet she see

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

Whole time, a little more girls

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Makin' a killin' with this

It's a beautiful bliss

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening