This is a song about "Male domestic violence"

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears