This is a song about "A word and you was nothing for sure my righteousness and heroism makes me pure"

Brace yourself for the ride, and make sure you don't drown,

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Say a word and you done for

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I didnt complain and didnt say a word,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

And you ain't gettin a word in nigga this a monologue

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

I'm standing up for me, word savvy, and every kid who you caused pain/

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game