This is a song about "Male domestic violence"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

It's harder on a black male, wonder why we inhale, all our family trails,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

And my condition to start violence

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

So i can understand police victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And now your best friend's having kids

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

Today i'm here to bring the news, all just stop the violence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips