This is a song about "Violence"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I go through phases of violence

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

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

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

If you look to your left there is violence

So i guess that's where i hide my things

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,