This is a song about "Im gonna kill riff raff"

Those tits im gonna squeeze

No key for release

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

If i don't kill my nervousness, shit's gonna last, won't it?

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves