This is a song about "Kill that nigg"

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

With rhymes flow like blastin nines that i kill emcess with just to past the time.

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

To show that i can kill you with lyrical prowess

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Take a fucking chance that could later kill

I wish i could kill every fucker that lays eyes on me

As i seenobody cares about my history

Kill so many beats, that i should get a case.

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill