This is a song about "Kill it though"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Guess it might be true but it's wrecking my heart though

And it worked, though it hurts to call names, #the #bitch #came

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

The truth shall be told

Though it seems the world is cold

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But it changed, even though i'm still preteen. i will kill all.

Kill it, leave it half filled,

Beach on the weekend

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

I play it off like i'm poetic though