This is a song about "Kill my delf"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Kill everyone rapper i put my sights on