This is a song about "The purge"

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I'm determined to purge you, we'll call it a verbalist cleanse.