This is a song about "Il"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Il tear your heart out cause aint no one gon pop me,

But il cut your dick off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Io sono il più grande di tutti, no translating, no peaking!

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair

I guess that il just have to deal

I don't gotta be here

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead