This is a song about "Violence violence violence"

And violence towards others

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

I can taste the salt from my tears

I go through phases of violence

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

When i get stressed i just show violence

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

And all women who had light features, see

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits