This is a song about "Bad songs"

Black fours red drop head doors

Wussup with all these love songs?

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

It appears in your unwitty songs

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

From punky little songs for competition

A twenty somethin cup

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Now i gotta exit after you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?