This is a song about "Damage"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Get dramatic and feel the need to damage me

Damage both fysical and mentally they felt

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident?

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

This collateral damage, a mind of obsession

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident?

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Use verbal semantics to cause damage

It's cool cause the radio don't do much