This is a song about "Kill my swlf"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My skills kill 'till i spill acidic chills using these abilities

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Kill that whore right there in my bed

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

I can kill these writens i my sleep

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

On that red-eyed kush flight

Please bitch, don't kill my vibe