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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

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

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Don't give a fuck, litter life

Kill ya, you in the afterlife