This is a song about "Kill a shit"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Kill 'em with a passion,

Gin makes me sin

The dead society of a poet

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Instead i kill shit my own way, critically,

Teaming with demons, theyr scheming a kill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,