This is a song about "Drugs guns machete ache weed hear kill ill shit slit oranges syringes"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Competition on the court

Checked for my machete yeah i got this opened the door guess what saw shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Lower than this, tired of shit, just wanted to slit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Bitch i do it from the over to the kill thats ill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

To kill those thoughts i hear id have to be dead.

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

About disaster in the world and

This ill shit will kill quick it's no incident