This is a song about "Kill a bitch"

See i let my nigga split that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x4)

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Bitch i do it from the over to the kill thats ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch