This is a song about "Beating the dhit out of ricegum"

Shit its out of the question

I'm a son of gun

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Beating ryot than any other rapper he is is scared of

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

All of the hair from out my hear

I don't know what you heard about

The birth pangs of democracy shout out