This is a song about "Remove"

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

Remove the organs from their carcass and sell em on the markets.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Remove each individual organ they own

Come and test i'll remove what's inside that chest,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Remove their hands, they got none

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Remove the gravity from your feet

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

If you reply with hostility i will remove it expeditiously

And lets bet i kno where you at and i cant remove you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through