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

A legend have to bow, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Pen mightier than the sword, but a gun'lll kill ya

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Don't wish to kill ya just maim or seriouslly injure

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

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

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra