This is a song about "Kill"

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Take a fucking chance that could later kill

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill

But i'm not worried

And kill yourself and your clique

Now look: the change has come

He tried to kill my cousin

They blowing up my phone

C walking in the kill zone

I'm gon remember her, but still

Or they will start to fucking kill

Whip, plane, motions own

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill