This is a song about "Jon lahore"

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Easy e, easier said than done

Me and my microphone could be one

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I massacre you while you are on the jon

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

A division rivalry, push me browns fuckas and see what i will be

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy