This is a song about "Host kill you"

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

What preceded was the clue

And all the shit you went through

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Kill you then throw you in a whirlpool.

Wrapped around your throat, you about meet death with me as your host

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

But for most i see you as a ghost on while i be the host,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

If you fuck with them they'll kill you bam!/

Life's about decisions man