This is a song about "Fill"

The vision is quite clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

As i light one for ill will

I've only started there's so many caskets to fill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

I hope you know by at the end i was a just a silly fill.

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

Pocket racked up all big faces

Fill up the body full of crosses