This is a song about "Kill his ass"

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Bout how kill niggas and slice em up claiming that his

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

K.n.b. has more skill the nigga could pull out his ass,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Like his whack ass flow on another man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Let's start off with his fuckin funny ass mother,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular