This is a song about "Throwing stones in a glass house"

So why the fuck these devils fear ya?i'm watching my nation die genocide the causeexpect a blood bath

Never caused disturbance not even impertinence in his class never broke a piece of glass

Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

So chase the air hide your stash

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

To livin in a house with food my stomach

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,