This is a song about "The masses political power"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I want the fame so my words can reach the masses,

Just remember that you lack the power

I got something you've been waiting for

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Here i go again, searching for love

These variaties appease to the masses

So with our words we can give those kids the power

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

We can't afford the property taxes

Or a mike to speak with the masses