This is a song about "Murdering your little brother in cold blood"

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

Just before they seen my money in the green

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Snoopin for sach, in his tiny little ballsack your lucky, im mellow