This is a song about "Kill bert"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

First instinked is to kill

For real, a nigga ill

Accidentally kill your family still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

And its ironic he was pulling me off bert when we fought, he wanted all the respect he could get

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

He tried to kill my cousin

Ive got no license to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

Uhh, and i'm ill

Obscene the way i kill

Through thick and thin

Kill 'em with a passion,