This is a song about "Ohh kill em"

I don't listen and stay ignoramus, if that's how we play i kill em faceless

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

I school em with my bars and kill em all like it was columbine

Let me kill em in a second when i’m makin the best tunes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Kill em time rest in peace into an eternal sleep

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

I will fracture to a fraction

Kill 'em with a passion,