This is a song about "Money violence"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

But we still real brothers

And violence towards others

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence