This is a song about "Population"

Who's crew sick enough for the whole population

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

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

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

For the population, i'm refining actions, orchestration

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

That's what he's aiming for, population control you see.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

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

Population? choose, you can add or minus

Now momma told me be careful who you love