This is a song about "I ll kill a bitch"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

You, you, you have to pay for that

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service