This is a song about "She s killing me"

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Achieving success by killing those who would lie to me

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its laying on me and killing me

Your chick said i'm hot

She loves me she loves me not