This is a song about "Kill them johny"

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

Ive got no license to kill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Uhh, and i'm ill

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

You'll skim my raps and just go past, but y'all give 420, great, and randy props,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

But i'm afraid to kill them with my stunts

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"