This is a song about "Oh kill em"

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

I used to be the most humble until

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Fuck a censor and a critic, i'll kill em

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I'l kill em, murk em, every time, with a heavy punch in every line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Oh my, the mind is high like em airlines

Destined to win, get respect where i live

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit