This is a song about "Kill an ppp"

'cause i'm on a different level when i kill an instrumental,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

My rhymes are like an icy blizzard and i kill it

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again, bitch.

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

(well yeah) jump like an assassin, you're your own, now kill captain!/

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Or they will start to fucking kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill