This is a song about "Kill joy"

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

I used to be the most humble until

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

Or they will start to fucking kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Lady at the frank stand will

Call this shit the meal kill

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