This is a song about "Me killing you"

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Betraying you baby is killing me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

And i got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity