This is a song about "Kill a gronk"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Tell him to kill a baby toddler,

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I'm a lion bout to kill your antelope.

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I'm gettin discouraged with her