This is a song about "Kill them johny"

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

But,my raps scar and kill,

Uhh, and i'm ill

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Above all love to see them suffer, next kill i'll be rougher, tougher

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

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

It will kill me some day, i'm sick of them messing with me,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

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

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill