This is a song about "Kill joy"

Have you ever felt joy? then you mustve felt pain.

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Teaming with demons, theyr scheming a kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

God doesn't want us to defend with hate in our hearts, but spread joy and faith from nearest to far

As i light one for ill will

Went home with some time to kill

Obscene the way i kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

But trust me that makes the joy better

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe