This is a song about "Straight kill"

Till we will, fucking kill!

I'm gon remember her, but still

And still be able to stand up straight

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Thats why my flow flies straight,

She self made, i'm self made

Damn let me get my head straight

Im still here but i can't skate

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

For real, a nigga ill

First instinked is to kill

Heading straight to your office

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz