This is a song about "Smoking kills"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Big said it, more money more ills

I have over 300 confirmed kills

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

The sun rising while you moaning

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking