This is a song about "Violence thugs gangs guns cops death shots"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Niggas is working forever my bars