This is a song about "Getting rid of the demons inside me"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I want to be rid of it but it's the biggest part of me.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

And all women who had light features, see

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Get rid of the dread, tell em to forget what they said

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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