This is a song about "Love kill"

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Above all love to see them suffer, next kill i'll be rougher, tougher

Lady at the frank stand will

Or they will start to fucking kill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Teaming with demons, theyr scheming a kill

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ive got no license to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

It sends her on a trip so right