This is a song about "It security"

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Check it in, do it anyhow

I know i'm runnin' through your head now