This is a song about "Getting bashed"

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Talking about the god you serve

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Feminine’s getting intimate

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

But it doesn't matter, cause if i was around you i would be bashed/

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

That's why i shine like i does

Shits getting serious.

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

A bashed face of lashed air, is what i leave of you emcees there,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

But it doesn't matter, cause if i was around you i would be bashed/