This is a song about "Kill la kill"

I’m way harder than the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Take a fucking chance that could later kill

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Ive got no license to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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