This is a song about "Chapter 8 of to kill a mockingbird"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

See money talk and these days

A big brawl, kill you anyplace,

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Kill them all, left without a trace,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

I lead like a mayor or master i'll end your chapter

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper