This is a song about "End violence"

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

I go through phases of violence

And the v12, that's on various trips

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,