This is a song about "How to kill a mockingbird"

I'm a lion bout to kill your antelope.

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

And the last one, he's in the mirror

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

How i used to kill tracks with no effort

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.