This is a song about "Havoc"

If only i could erase havoc, but my destiny wont be the way that i plan it

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

I just want to wreak havoc on anyone that she's with.

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Got their cannons, landed and planted causing havoc, to this birth

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It's time to wreak havoc in these streets, i'm an anarchist,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Keep it that way or start havoc, commotion again

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape