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

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

"money and blood don't mix

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Kill em all with my stick