This is a song about "Raping about love"

Talking about big love

And what i done just ain't enough

You write about love and you think you above all of

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

Only when were gonna make love n about to undress,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

To rapping about, what im about

Its irrelevant, im raping for the hell of it.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

I was born to do the damn thing

When you first started raping