This is a song about "Thrill kill"

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

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

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then we zoom to my room for one hell of a thrill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

And hops on rappad to fulfill a thrill

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified

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

Ive got no license to kill

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love