This is a song about "Kill it"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Ill kill the fucking game and burn it down like its waco/

My position improving, not to mention

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

Spliffs with thick rocks in it to kill the tick-tock in

First off congratulations on the win

I'll kill em single handely and rep it candidly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free