This is a song about "Appreciating"

Like a voodoo practising spells where they end up taking ya head

I invoke a sense of dread; too broke to afford bread.

Got a message to send to you generic cretin kids that are forever sensitive

I'll inject your flesh, till you sense the affects of the venomous sedatives

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

Appreciate what you got to the fullest, or it'll be pop pop pop pop, there goes a bullet