This is a song about "Population"

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?

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

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

For the population, i'm refining actions, orchestration

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free