This is a song about "As i kill"

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Obscene the way i kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I live for the thrill, addicted to the kill.

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

May as kill a few more punch lines.

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill