This is a song about "Population"

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Two thirds of this world's population only knows how to hurt

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our 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.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Who's crew sick enough for the whole population

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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

Minimize the population with verses that crops it to a few bit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

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