This is a song about "I will kill"

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Or they will start to fucking kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I always get high have tome to kill

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Obscene the way i kill

Uhh, and i'm ill