This is a song about "Love kill"

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Love it when ya show me love

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

That's aids to the ill

Went home with some time to kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

Till we will, fucking kill!