This is a song about "Family violence"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My neighbors turn to my cousins

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Got a nigga seein things

I go through phases of violence

And all women who had light features, see

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

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

When i get stressed i just show violence

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

And so is this whole family

Hail mary nigga, run quick see