This is a song about "Abolition"

Let your hits echo like a fox-trot, tell them to count the steps

I didnt have shit but a sick mind to spit that was it nothin else,

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

After ripping his head off he's instantly thinking about how he's gonna suck some penis