This is a song about "Pussy violence"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Weed smoke, booze and violence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I go through phases of violence

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see