This is a song about "I kill"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Instead i kill shit my own way, critically,

I can kill these writens i my sleep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But i can't kill somethig already dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill