This is a song about "Killing niggers and rapeing mothers"

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

My divine itching and shrine killing

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

P-i double l in the building

Snooping around and killing

Mothers' heads tucked in, day and night they'd cry/

I be ballin, they wonder why