This is a song about "Shit kill"

Call this shit the meal kill

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

And i ain't never plan to be famous

I kill shit on a day to day basis,

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit