This is a song about "Gareth bale"

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/

Well ima subdue the beast get a clue

It may be not the same for you

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Especially one to that degree of savagery.

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/