This is a song about "Kill die brutal"

That new c-l fly

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

Who watched his father die

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I mean the game been dry

A bystandered made die

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Our rhymes are brutal, and im not fooling

All my niggas ride or die

In the lambo looking like a fly