This is a song about "End violence"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I go through phases of violence

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers