This is a song about "Ohh kill em"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Odd future, wolfgang kill 'em all

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Your girlfriend want to follow

Bad chick on side me (ooh ohh)

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Kill em time rest in peace into an eternal sleep

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

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

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

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