This is a song about "Bad things from the block"

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Can't win with a passive attack

So i took another shot

Your the new kid on the block

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Lead the human race away from a foolish place of bad music taste

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Now we chop the whole fucking block

The only things i remember from school where learned much earlier

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her