This is a song about "Getting out of the getto"

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Shit its out of the question

So my armor, can strengthen

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought