This is a song about "Kill it though"

I love it even though it feels like it's constricting

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So i banged for a minute

I kill for the real it,

Though it seems the world is cold

The truth shall be told

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Im the best you ever knew, couldn't show it though,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

But hoes, man that's all fine, chains, y'all keep it though,

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

In the club like fuck it, though

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Even though i shouldn't cos we both know you ain't worth it

Even though you know it is stupid

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit