This is a song about "Sentence fragments"

Semi automatics blow you into fragments, the coroner like, "what the fuck happened?"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I'll let u finish the sentence

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Than with these hollywood actors, a criminal sentence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

And you feel the suspense on my every sentence

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns