This is a song about "Kill ya"

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

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

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I kill ya after this i need forgiveness.

Our children must be taught, of africa

Pen mightier than the sword, but a gun'lll kill ya

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check