This is a song about "Kill life"

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Then bring you back to life just so i can kill you another time.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

I kill like a low-life, with no knife.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Went home with some time to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

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

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

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