This is a song about "Make a killin"

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

That try to chase these skirts

Killin em softly with words

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Yeah i'm killin this beat

Last of a dying breed

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible