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

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone