This is a song about "Kill you all"

We gonna kill you cos intel is all you got

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

For real, a nigga ill

And my fucking strategy, is to kill all those who raps are plain stupidity, you lack

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Syllables, killaholic (kill em all with)

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Inferior, but i'm nice

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew