This is a song about "Straight kill"

At an extremly alarming rate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Like its fucking kill bill body niggas with straight steel

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

Uhh, and i'm ill

Obscene the way i kill

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

But,my raps scar and kill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill