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

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

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

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

An people say im not heard of, your in an era where my skills hurt ya,

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

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,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

In front of the pastor

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

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

Night i need that she comin here right away