This is a song about "So ill"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Diploma ill smiling like momma we made it. i swear to god im so hot

So if you spreadin lies ill have to smack a slut

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

Ill make you bleed so much you'll need a tampon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

Cheese/ fuck the paypa , ill do my time , your money i dont need / so when

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Verses so tnt ill get devious to spark it