This is a song about "Sparta use harsh taning"

I can't control it there's no use

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I can't control it there's no use

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I wanna use up feelings i use to pass,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.