This is a song about "Rabbit kill"

That's aids to the ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I always get high have tome to kill

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill