This is a song about "How many cocks are in subject ass"

You are just a pain in my ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

The things they say went a little too far

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

So many people are dyin'

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Cause you are. you must be a slave that what you are that sucks on cocks and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.