This is a song about "Shooting people and then leaving them there"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

Then write em' down and study them

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

Them people weak them people weak

I said i got my ass beat

Get off a key like i can’t sing

So yall people best be leaving