This is a song about "Sexual abuse and ghetto"

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Super magic, abracadabra kid

I explained all the abuse and drugs they did

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

He uses it, the music, and stupid, he'll just abuse it,

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

To hold on to emotions till it overloads and abuse you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse