This is a song about "Pow right in a kisser"

And a quick undercut to the jaw, "pow" now who’s raw.

Used to call me the african don dada

A place where souls die right in the street

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

But in people eyes i'm just a residence who never gonna be right.

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Ask how i disallow your pow pow cos you gotta bow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

The right sights on the prize, but still a knife in the side,

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Place a bullet right up in his side

Nigga want beef we can take it outside