This is a song about "Fucking kill yourself already"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I don't know defeat

And kill yourself and your clique

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Hayden: dont touch me! the fact that i didnt kill you already means your lucky

Ill kill the fucking game and burn it down like its waco/

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine//