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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

To liberate yourself, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

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

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

Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra