This is a song about "Starky killin it"

But now i'm killin' rap shit, y'all could ask it, but that's real dope,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Killin em softly with words

That try to chase these skirts

But make sure if they do see

Didn't know you were killin me

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

When i'm spittin like kendrick man that's when you know that i'm killin' it

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Makin' a killin' with this

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

You and i are different, i'm killin it and you're surprised