This is a song about "Kill time"

Then bring you back to life just so i can kill you another time.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

First instinked is to kill

That's aids to the ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

So, i began to find other ways to kill my time.

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Its about time i kill all the songs that people wanna listen

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time