This is a song about "Kill the sife"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Call this shit the meal kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

I live for the thrill, addicted to the kill.

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

Tech broke this down for you, the cia are known to kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

As i light one for ill will

Obscene the way i kill

Been spending most our lives

Kill ya, you in the afterlife