This is a song about "Cocaine butcher and guns"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Had i not been exposed to these things

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen