This is a song about "Population"

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

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

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Who's crew sick enough for the whole population

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

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