This is a song about "Most kills"

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

And my regime includes east coast

But what gets me the most

If you ever feel alone and

Ahh ...most irrelevant

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free