This is a song about "Kill em with my swagger"

I school em with my bars and kill em all like it was columbine

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Bitch, i sit on this beat with swagger

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Fuck em up with my dick

Turn up that music

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies