This is a song about "Kill them johny"

Call this shit the meal kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

But i'm afraid to kill them with my stunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I rather give you my last to see you live again

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

Family stays distant, could kill them in an instant, no resistance

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I swear i didn't kill them randy is my witness!

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Kill 'em witha rhythm, read them your past,

Two white cups and i got that drank

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box