This is a song about "Gun and murder"

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

And murder leaves no retribution

I know they pay me too much of attention

When i spit i murder emcees and stack words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see