This is a song about "Time to kill"

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Every time i kill, every time the same.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Im gonna kill again next time, with my another rap.

And if you pay for that yourself

If he wants to kill himself,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Its about time i kill all the songs that people wanna listen

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I always get high have tome to kill

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch