This is a song about "Dealing with poverty and rapping fast and being gangsta"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Bars coming nice and fast

Got racks you don’t understand