This is a song about "Orchestrated violence"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

I go through phases of violence

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

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

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

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

If you look to your left there is violence

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips