This is a song about "Kill your niggas"

What up girl, tell me how you been

When my words already kill your album.

She like nigga yeah right

My niggas doesnt like your type,

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Kill your crew for no reason

Niggas trynna kill themselves with lethal injections

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I should kill your ass with a knife

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone