This is a song about "Mason kills it"

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I gotta feel alive even if it kills me promise to always give the real me

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

It kills me inside and i know you can see,

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

But this ain't physics or rocket science