This is a song about "Shut em down"

I ain't lyin' in wait, get to merkin' 'em down

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Pick em' up and knock em' down

They can’t even come around

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Beat em down so bad they won't forget

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Their voice when i shut down they rejoice. cool it yo here he goes

Then write em' down and study them

Time after time, again and again

That happen to act like a black president

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

This my album, and when your parents try to come around