This is a song about "Kill your self bitch"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x4)

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Destroying self esteem with every word your shelling/

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring