This is a song about "Thrill kill"

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Give a fuck about the money man, i do it for the thrill

Livin in the thrill, got me askin "is it real?"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

I'm ciroc without puffy, that's comedy that not funny. i'm a kill and thrill, spill

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

Do you ever remember when you talk to someone and your heart race from the thrill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

Lady at the frank stand will

Call this shit the meal kill