This is a song about "Cannibalistic urges"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Urges to do searches an mass muders, an paint churches just to get deserted,

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I sometime black out and get these malicious urges

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

With the urges in my head i will rumble, i fall 'n stumble,