This is a song about "I kill it i grill it"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

If i don't kill my nervousness, shit's gonna last, won't it?

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I kill for the real it,

Rack, rack city shit

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill