This is a song about "3 hits of the gavel means that the entire council chambers should arise"

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Just spit the shit that hits the way that i see fit

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

The whole entire world could sit and burn

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Ask anybody the whole entire street knows.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

That's a sequel to the pop hits of the past