This is a song about "Conscience"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

His conscience can take him to his grave

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

His conscience can take him to his grave

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

And have a job and a conscience is it farfetched

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Ending the shit right here arguing with my conscience

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

In my mind cant interpret my conscience,

So obnoxious easy in and out of conscience

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings