This is a song about "Rappers chains abulm songs girls casino club thugs huns smoke cops"

Hitmen taking out people at the club

It's not making sense to you right now but

So i went down south but i ended up north

It appears in your unwitty songs

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

That kept our motherland in chains

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Or talking ’bout my chains

One verse is all it takes