This is a song about "Dictate"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

To dictate how to look,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Don't try to dictate everything i feel,

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

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