This is a song about "Kill em all get money blood gang"

Kill 'em with a passion,

Through thick and thin

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

Ghetto politics, get money, spend it on the leathers all,

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Mind get to bustin rhyme im all about dollar sighns money respect but i still walk cocky

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

I creep and i crawl your gang i buck 'em all 'til they fall

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal