This is a song about "Gonna kill you"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

You think hate gonna inflict pain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

My all gold rolly or the

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

You think i'm gonna be blamed?

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And my main bitch, she just started school

Kill you then throw you in a whirlpool.