This is a song about "Getting rid of pain"

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

2 people who just wanted to get rid of this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

To make karma come faster than she normally will

‘till then let’s get rid of this endless cycle

To rid of the population further more so they could pass us

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given