This is a song about "Population"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

To rid of the population further more so they could pass us

Why don't we try and be a lovin' population

My talent should take me places i've never been

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

A population fed lies and tricked into debts

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

For the population, i'm refining actions, orchestration

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin