This is a song about "Imma kill you"

Imma be all i can be, you niggas washed up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

I need a backyard full court size

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Imma tell you this thousand times over

I really love my miami crew

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells