This is a song about "Kill everybody"

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Everybody is created

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

I thought everybody knew but not everybody.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see