This is a song about "Shoot em dead"

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'ma crap until i'm dead, then shoot myself

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Just to come and shoot ya

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

And shoot the fucking sky,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I bring the axe down, tell em drop dead, leave em charred

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Fuck the constitution im a shoot em take over n loot em