This is a song about "Mills kills"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My reservation is to make some mills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

Kills any body with just his pencil.

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

And now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that