This is a song about "Thrill kill"

And i'm just being honest

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

With constant reminder i'll never have the thrill of my wife

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Obscene the way i kill

There's a timer, i can catch a whiff of thrill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill