This is a song about "Criminals violence"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And follow there beliefs questionless and blindly , there the true criminals

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

When i get stressed i just show violence

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,