This is a song about "Imma kill it"

Kill it, leave it half filled,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Imma keep going, til obviously i've made it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Imma celebrate when i made it

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

I try to be the guy, you think about

So fuck being un-heard, imma make it roar

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Cause imma step it up, build it up

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Man imma kill you and pretend like it's an accident

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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