This is a song about "Accounting cycle"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

The sinful spirits of mine'll start the cycle again/

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

I used to be a mugger, then i got out of the cycle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I would still be pessimistic, all aggressive in a brutal cycle,

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Never seen you as lyrical

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle