This is a song about "Consequences of their actions"

Let me see bitches jumping of their seats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

So be scared of my actions

Without the sound of guns

Together their a hell of a controversy.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I walk down town everyday spotting out everyday actions of normal people,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Bunch of diva's using their glistening lipstick

Through new fresh lenses, time to fuck shit up with no consequences

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Or my evasive actions?,

I was playing with guns

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see