This is a song about "Hectors rectum"

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'll bring the party all the way from the back to the front

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

If its not in my system

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.