This is a song about "You killed my cpudin"

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

But still killed cause you were curious

Trying to get back to this thing called love

When you give me some fuel its what you'll be killed with

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.