This is a song about "Crime and bad child hoods"

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

Code red, which means you go red

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Pacifists yak and chunder, they thunder this is a crime

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Guess im ahead of my time

What about the the gun and knife, crime

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,