This is a song about "All this silence"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Cause all this pent up rage

You promise that's change

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Real gangstas move in silence

By the phone, no call

Is this man alright at all?

What's with all this fire,

Said when i do dirt wit her

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Its all political this vote between us all

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see