This is a song about "The purge"

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

They be like damn

Still the man with the pan

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

This is america and i'm the purge no matter how hard i try i cant the urge the kill. stared