This is a song about "Thrill kill"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I live for the thrill, addicted to the kill.

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

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

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Ive got no license to kill

As i light one for ill will

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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