This is a song about "Kill ya mom in front of ya"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Staircase in front of me,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

They claim it as their own, africa

"give me your girlfriend or i'm gonna kill ya"