This is a song about "Kill point"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

In a serial killers point of view

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

That's aids to the ill

Call this shit the meal kill