This is a song about "Broken hand in stairs"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

That we can't forget the past

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin