This is a song about "Kill all you motherfucking niggas"

And most of motherfucking all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

And most motherfucking honestly of all

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

But fuck all the niggas who think i'm gonna share you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

We gonna kill you cos intel is all you got

All you lookin ass niggas need some originality

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see