This is a song about "Deportation"

Punch right through your chest cardiac arrest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I wanted the money and never the fame

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

No really, i can't back down because the actions warrant

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

We vegetables, on them record labels

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

No i don't give a fuck, detention won't change that

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat