This is a song about "Shock"

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I've got a static shock of traumatic pain for you to try

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

"oh doc what is wrong with you are you in shock?"

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I'm about to shock you like wet cable wires

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Generator flow i shock em with that raw power

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer