This is a song about "Malice"

Stack your caskets my lyrics are magnets to malice on maggots.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

Meanwhile the nation's dehydrated, they cryin malice

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Malcontents in the middle more concerned with the malice

Bigger than a palace i'm more bitter than malice you're a quitter

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

But the judge ignores me, thinking i've absorbed a malice/

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was