This is a song about "Time to kill"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Kill em time rest in peace into an eternal sleep

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

So, i began to find other ways to kill my time.

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

To kill time like solo slow watches, support the shit,

If i had on 'bama line

And you just watching as i kill time

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob