This is a song about "There was more than one fool in fact there may still be a trick"

There will be no more sittin in silence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

And i be talking about me, i do this

If there was i'd be in rage bitches

That there was something out there more than me.

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I'm putting this one out there to whom it may concern

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

And there be more than just one

Well baby bot there ain't no question