This is a song about "Kill who hurt you"

Don't fuck around and make it true

Then you know, regret can't hurt you

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

Because if you hurt your self like this

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

I feel like it's you i hurt

Chasing them checks, nike work

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Kill the diddlers who whittle and spit pretend

Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin'

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

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