This is a song about "Kill all fakes now"

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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Bitch, i was born to ball

Odd future, wolfgang kill 'em all

So lets kill all of the faggots yo

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

He takes no responsibility and fakes

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Feelin' more doubt now? kill your worn out sound.

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

I really love my miami crew

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Kill them all, left without a trace,

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

Lady at the frank stand will