This is a song about "Mtv"

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

Are you coming?to the point that your running

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And my shit's ridiculous, it should be on mtv