This is a song about "Mayhem"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Rappers i abuse mayhem i induce, stayin calm i refuse

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Cause ain't no way i'ma let you stop me from causing mayhem

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion