This is a song about "Violence"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

When i get stressed i just show violence

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

When i burn these emcees, i'm told to stop the violence,

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Today i'm here to bring the news, all just stop the violence,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since