This is a song about "Il kill u"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Im not here kill u but ima put your lyrics to rest

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But,my raps scar and kill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Like i would kill u with my invisible clone.

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Call this shit the meal kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

Obscene the way i kill

As i light one for ill will