This is a song about "Ready to kill"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I'm a rap professor ready to test ya

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Living out of a homeless shit

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Are you ready to get rattled,

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Ready to kill, wont stop till, i say so,

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm ready to face off against unworthy opponents/

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love