This is a song about "Violence"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

But i love violence, i'm just a man,

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

When i get stressed i just show violence

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

I dont sing on beats, i rap about violence.

So here i am at the store for some chips