This is a song about "Violence and the facts are worse"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

I would keep going with the rap and make you look even worse

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

She do it with no hands

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Facts, are that i'm the best. stressed up like i'm possessed. the rest can go

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

I hurt people worse and worse

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others