This is a song about "Kill you"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

I'm tryna learn somethin new

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I'mma kill you for mockin me every day

You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

And word i blew off herb i grew

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"