This is a song about "Mills kills"

Prolly on water, they all on water

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

It kills me inside and i know you can see,

We got money to go get baby

I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

My reservation is to make some mills

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Quick im hear for kills and a man of my stature is to much for you to handle

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Kills any body with just his pencil.