This is a song about "Ill lyricist"

Ill minded imma take aim,

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

But ill still have physical scars

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

A witty lyricist maybe i dunno i just play

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

As i light one for ill will

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill