This is a song about "The armenian genocide"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Kept their pride, the genocide made them rich but they had it coming

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Well surprise it's a real rap genocide

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Bigger genocide then hitler and the jews,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news