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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I kill ya after this i need forgiveness.

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

That i will leave earth with her

In front of the pastor