This is a song about "I made my passion my paycheck"

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

I made this song to say fuck my public persona,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Got a killer flow from the llama

I made her my baby mama

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'll destroy you so easily and quickly like it's my passion,

I abandoned my father, he lost his honor, made me suffer

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Cant get no resident. i hit the club and spend your paycheck,