This is a song about "Using the restroom"

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like i'm spitting to the limit

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

And here's the fact that i'm fighting back using music to expose your ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Im using audicity, flowing with complexity,

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

I'd fuckin' kill myself but i'm already using the rope