This is a song about "Im here to kill you"

And im careful not to waste, one shot one kill on you beaters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Im here to dismember you all

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

You know were here to stay,

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?