This is a song about "My verse killed you"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

You will get all the votes probably but know i killed you,my skills fueled on beef

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

You think you killed it but my ass isn't deceased

On that battle section is a reply to my verse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Bitch i'll oj simpson you like i just did to this verse

But still killed cause you were curious

All we need is convienient love

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Haha,i'm joking,it's my soul talking in this verse,

She always in my mind when i write every single verse.

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks