This is a song about "Imma kill it"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

But if i told you imma do it, i did it,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

N imma squeeze it like a mixture

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

I put that nigga in his casket

Imma celebrate when i made it

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Well, don't tell me no music, cause imma go do it!

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit