This is a song about "10 kills"

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

On they twitter writing novels, see

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

I have over 300 confirmed kills

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Artistic individuality

Once as a slave who imagined being free

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Kills any body with just his pencil.