This is a song about "Daz and kurupt kill and i kill again"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

So i thought i'll kill u and kill u in bits and pieces

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

16 and i wanted to kill myself,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I kill everything including my beats and flow

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

It's that crack, give you something to sell