This is a song about "Orchestrated violence"

And violence towards others

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

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

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

I go through phases of violence

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee