This is a song about "Gun violence killing kids need to stop"

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I think i need to stop, yall was hurt before second round

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

But he had to stop killing himself first

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Just know my lyrics went to your head to stop the violence

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

When i burn these emcees, i'm told to stop the violence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years