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

And kill yourself and your clique

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

These joints here not found at the mall

And imma kill the all

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And kill everyone alive