This is a song about "Ill"

Ill beat you into submission

Well wishes to my opposition

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your lyrical skills will make me physically ill?

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Ill win the battles, ill leave the sluts for you to woo

As i light one for ill will

No budget but my chain is ill

Give us this day, our daily bread

Ill say im your friend then ill snap your neck

Even if it means admitting i'm ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Mentally ill from amityville