This is a song about "Drawn"

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

It's finally time to say be gone to all the hate drawn

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

Listen to the lyrics that are written when my pencil's drawn,