This is a song about "Kill all fakes now"

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

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Now take a seat before deezy has to kill you vibe.

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

That's aids to the ill

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Educated to kill and now they call me ender/

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

All you fakes think i'll go astray

I thought it'd get better but

The fakes just wondering what.