This is a song about "Artificial death in the west"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

The scars in my face is the symbol that i figth to my death,

Ugh, here we go again, rapping in west sydney we bring the pain.

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

I am the next kanye west

Stop it if you scared

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Eastside, take em to the west

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Baby that's how we do it in the west

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I stared death in the eyes a couple times