This is a song about "You ain t i was a killer"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,